Surrender to the She-Wolf's Heat
...a man? From her already drenched cleft, slick with viscous fluid, droplets fell from Claudia's rod, plip, plop.
Asha needed only to lower her hips a little more, and it would plunge right in with a lewd squelch, splitting her open. She hesitated for a moment. A flicker of reason pierced her hazy mind. Is this really okay?
But even as that thought swirled in her head, her hips were already sinking steadily downward. The tip of the shaft brushed against her slit. Her folds parted, pink flesh clinging greedily to the mushroom head.
"Ngh…."
A sweet moan escaped her. Asha's thighs, trembling uncontrollably as she descended, finally gave out. With a wet thud, her body dropped, swallowing Claudia's rod whole.
"!!!"
The sudden penetration stole Asha's breath in a choked gasp that couldn't quite become a scream. Even for her thoroughly prepared body, it was too rough, too deep. Claudia pulled her into an embrace, burying Asha's face in her ample bosom. Like soothing a child, she stroked her hair and murmured,
"Getting a little too eager, aren't we? Or… were you that hungry for it?"
"Ughk…."
"Come to think of it, your eyes always lingered on my chest…. Not jealousy, huh? Just because you used to be a guy?"
Claudia ground her hips lazily, pressing firmly—squish, squuuish—into Asha's depths as she continued. For Asha, accustomed only to frantic pounding, this teasing pressure was a novel pleasure she'd never known. She drooled messily onto Claudia's breasts, moaning incoherently.
"Enjoy it all you want."
Claudia shoved Asha's head deeper into her clothes. Soft, resilient flesh pressed directly against Asha's skin—warm, pillowy body heat. The faint thump of a heartbeat. A sticky, sweet beastkin scent.
If she'd just rutted like a beast, maybe it would've been easier to endure. But Claudia's slow, massaging grind robbed Asha of her senses. The insistent pressure kneaded unknown pleasures into her core.
This was supposed to just handle her heat…. Why does it feel like this…?
"Pounding away to spill your seed is great and all… but women can feel this kind of pleasure too, you know?"
Claudia's muffled voice hummed through the fabric against Asha's ear. But Asha could barely hear it. Her mind reeled from the intoxicating scent filling her nostrils and the alien ecstasy surging from below. All she could do was pant hot breaths.
Claudia chuckled at the warm puffs tickling her cleavage, then slid a hand to Asha's lower belly. A gentle caress over the slight bulge made Asha's body shudder violently.
Squirt! Claudia's thighs grew slick. The clenching walls gripped her like a vise. Even Claudia had to pause, overwhelmed by the pleasure rippling along her full length.
…Tight enough to hurt.
Her instincts whispered to ravage the bitch before her, to breed her full of pups. But she held back. Cumming now would be a waste.
Grinding her hips slowly, Claudia reflected on the past. If Sha'a was Asha all along… it explained so much about her actions. For this pink-haired girl to abandon her money-making schemes and wander about… there could only be one reason.
…And that was a problem for Claudia. Her unique body made this form advantageous for seduction. The transformation seemed to have lowered the girl's defenses. Proof? She was writhing in ecstasy on Claudia's lap right now—something the original Astarote Asha never would've allowed.
So… Claudia wanted her to stay this way. A girl forever.
…Not my call to make, though. Ngh.
Another splash hit her thighs. A muffled sob escaped from her bosom—voice too broken for words.
…Then again, if she wanted to stay, problem solved.
Claudia stroked Asha's lower belly again. Vibrations hummed through her breasts.
"D-Dia… s-stop… th-that, please st-stop…."
Asho's pleading voice, desperate enough to switch from stiff formality to a pet name. It sparked a possibility in Claudia's mind. Her ears perked up atop her head, mirroring her mood.
"Asha, I can't hear you~."
She kept grinding, kept caressing.
"Hiiik…!"
Another sticky gush soaked Claudia's thighs. The sweet, viscous scent— a switch for breeding—wafted up. Claudia felt her body, calmed after Asha had milked her twice before, heating up again. An alluring aroma that entranced humans… no, beastkin.
Her reason blurred.
…Not just today.
If she didn't sate this soon, cleanup would be impossible—hell, even walking might be off the table.
…Later, then. Claudia lifted Asha, shifting positions. Freed from the bosom at last, Asha gulped fresh air.
"Haa… ha… haa…."
Gasping raggedly, she let Claudia guide her. Before she knew it, Asha was bent over the long couch. Claudia's tail stretched straight in excitement at the impending rut. Her sopping slit was a flood now. Her raging rod slid in effortlessly, buttery smooth to the hilt.
Then the piston began in earnest.
The room, once echoing with clinking glasses, now filled with wet slaps of flesh on flesh.
Smack! Splaaash!
"Eek, ah, haaak!"
Each deep thrust churned her insides, drawing cheap moans from Asha's lips. Limp and spent, all she could do was rock with the impacts.
Claudia's fingers sealed her mouth. …Good soundproofing, but better safe.
Feeling her fingers slicken, Claudia glanced at the door—tightly shut. She redoubled her pace. Saliva pooled on the couch. Their joining frothed from friction, drenched.
Pressing close, Claudia pinned Asha's head down instinctively and unleashed her torrent.
"─♡♡!!!"
"Hngh… hngh… nng…."
Spurt, spluuurt! Thick semen jetted out, flooding Asha's depths. So much it sloshed audibly. White overflow trickled from her slit along the shaft, mocking their efforts as it dripped free.
Plip, plop. Forming a puddle on the couch.
But neither cared. No room for anything but gasping ecstasy.
Claudia's rod stayed hard, hips still pumping.
Slap! Splaaash! Each withdrawal dragged cum from her pussy. Unknown fluids splashed into the growing puddle.
Claudia kept shaking her hips, stoking her breeding fire.
Asho's face, lost to desire, was a wreck. Saliva smeared her lips around the fingers. Tears welled from relentless pleasure beyond limits. But her flushed cheeks weren't pale with fear—they burned red. Her half-lidded eyes curved in bliss, like she was happy.
The frenzy lasted until Claudia's rod finally softened.
"Haa… haa…."
Her heat sated, reason returned. Claudia sighed at the pitiful scene.
"…How the hell do we clean this up?"
Asha sprawled frog-like on the couch, collapsed amid the mingled fluids. Her chest heaved, proof she lived. Unconscious, or close to it.
Claudia, still with energy to spare, scratched her cheek and started cleanup.
…Lucky the staff took weird requests in stride—probably used to this. Cost a bit, but not hard.
Dressing Asha in fresh clothes, Claudia eyed the skirt. White fluid still leaked from her slit. Seeing her in a skirt now… she remembered Asha's old skirt aversion.
…'Cause she was a guy originally.
Then flashed the image of her writhing beneath.
Mulling it over, Claudia thought… this might be easier than expected.
What to worry about? The rivals nearby.
"…Hm."
In that case, this turn of events wasn't half bad.
Calculations done, Claudia scooped up the limp Asha and headed to Veronica's workshop.